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Crutch

from Self​-​Titled by Badblood

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i've been thinking that lately i've been thinking too much because when I think, I realize how filthy we are. ignorant scum, walking tall with your chest in the air, can't I belong? can't I be one of them? we are all unwritten blank pages, we are all unholy peasant servants of a fairytale. arrogant prick, with a look of astonishment, so many angry youth, what the fuck are we to do? break the shackles, swallow their lies. there is no escape, they're out for your blood, storm the churches, raid the banks, burn the steeple, kill the bishop. and as the agony strikes the crutches fall from beneath their arms and the television screams of greed and conformity and the radio is okay to go straight into the trash.

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from Self​-​Titled, released November 11, 2011

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